LIBERTEER LYRICS

1. The Falconer Cannot Hear The Falcon

[Instrumental]

2. Build No System

Life without dictate, oh, dream of the weary,
Who, pressed between the parchments of law,
Dream of a future where rule is deposed,
And in its place built no hierarchy at all

Build no system, trust no law

Burn all the tomes on a pyre,
Rise from the ash now inspired
Masterless

Let not the hounds of the government deny your liberty
Or allow statist propaganda to dissuade you from what you could be
Autonomy is our demand, the rights of all for which we stand,
If rifles might free us from this hierarchy then consider it your burden for anarchy

Burn all our kings on a pyre,
Sing, voices raised in a choir
Masterless

3. Without Blazon (Is The Flag I Hold Up And Do Not Wag)

Patriot shed your loyalties
For given so freely then only concede
Your need for illusory map lines of privilege
Slave to the drug of nationalism

Rescind, oh citizen, abolish your creed
And march by my side, a person untied

Blacken your flag for all humankind
Dismantle state power which once left behind
Would give voice to countless bound and gagged
Restoring sight to those blinded by flags

Rescind, oh patriot, retract your oaths
And wash yourself of your dangerous false pride
Rescind, oh citizen, abolish your creed
And march by my side, a person untied

Cast down your shackles, restraints of the state
Which bind your pride to fear and hate
Those forked-tongued deceivers, our venal leaders
Pulpit and podium pushing national pride

But why?
Tell me why

Why when our efforts are better directed
In social cooperatives and tested mutualism
Campaigns of kindness and fairness for all
Embracing our neighbours not making them crawl

Heed the call
Free us all

Grace the roster of the dead
Who would rather fall then be led
A slave to principles not men
No longer patriot or citizen
And when the flag is bled
Of colours shapes and meaning then
We will all start again
But this time without fear of reign

4. We Are Not Afraid Of Ruins

We are not afraid of ruins
Not afraid of ruins
Blast and burn your world
Then leave the stage

We are not afraid of ruins
Not afraid of ruins
We who ploughed the prairies
Shall plant again

Farmstead cinders and blackened soil
The slag of toppled homeland
Clouds of choking urban ash
The dust of all we knew
But we are not afraid of ruins
To make anew, the old must pass
We are not afraid of ruins
To birth a world, the first must die

From the smoke of failed states
We will rise and build again

Annihilation is not a threat
But a chance to bury and soon forget
The tyranny of hierarchy
Anarchy from debris

We are not afraid of ruins
Not afraid of ruins
Blast and burn your world
Then leave the stage
We are not afraid of ruins
Not afraid of ruins
We who ploughed the prairies
Shall plant again

5. Class War Never Meant More Than It Does Now

Class war never meant more than it does now
In factory lines are labourers caged
We working class slavers so compelled by the wage
Our paychecks mollifying indignant rage

Class war never meant more than it does now
No more working class toil, this we all vow

Upward mobility as national dream
We're force-fed the burden of capitalist schemes
To fatten the coffers of despotic regimes
Pilfered is every coin locked in a bank
Our victory is had in cracking those safes
And smelting the coins: our bid to break the ranks

We syndicalists must now resist
So raise your fist and fight for workers rights
Insist that profits be returned
To those who break their backs to earn

No more working class toil, this we all vow

6. Rise Like Lions After Slumber

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7. That Which Is Not Given But Taken

Nihilism never built a world
Violence is the enemy of all
Killing never justified itself
But sometimes you must fight

When peaceful protests choke in tear gas
Blitz in black bloc squads

Fight fight, our loyal few
Fight fight, to show resolve
Fight fight, go forward never back
Advance, do not withdraw

Nihilism never built a world
Violence is the enemy of all
Killing never justified itself
But sometimes you must fight

If the people suffer tyranny
Then states shall suffer too

Liberty means war

Strap on your gear, soak your face mask
Tighten your goggles, strike a deep stance
Pour out your bottles, fill them with gas
Stuff in a fuse, start the advance

Fight fight, arm in arms
Fight fight, with victory song
Fight fight, fists in the air
Chanting our slogans like rebel prayers

Few of us will have to take up arms
But those who do falter not

Fight fight, our loyal few
Fight fight, to show resolve
Fight fight, go forward never back
Advance, do not withdraw

Pick up those rocks, hurl them at troops
Safeguard the flanks of your protest groups
Kick out the windows of culpable stores
Press the attack in your black blocker corps

Riot squads, will you stop?
Saboteurs, will you stop?
Grenadiers, will you stop?
Black blocker, will you stop?

Necessary that we bleed
In times of dire need

Liberty means war,
The chore that those of us who swore
To fight and die if despots deem
Rebels for the dream

And though it may now seem
Deplorable to raise up arms
A time will come when we absolve
Our sins against such cruel regimes

8. Better To Die On Your Feet Than Live On Your Knees

Stooped in the dark
Chained to your neighbour
Feeding from the master's trough
The very products of your labour

Squirm through the muck
And worship as taught
Sucking the tit of capitalists
Bereft of independent thought

But then the rays of light up high
Your face is raised towards the sky
Struggle to stand and straighten your back
Reaching for hope while all around you whips crack

Better to die on your feet, than live on your knees

proletariats clasping shoulders
Brothers and sisters forsaking their owners
Mass revolt as working class stretch
Shaking off years of wrongful debt
Better to die on your feet
Cut down while marching in the street
Better to die free
Than subjugated on your knees

9. Usurious Epitaph

Theft of property as means of obligating slavery

Rent us tools with which we build
Then rob us of the products of skill

Lend us land to make our homes then bleed us with immoral loans
Our dream of bottom up, not top down
Commoners, not wearers of crowns

10. Revolution's Wick Burning Quick

Destruction is the midwife of the new
Necessity engenders violence legit
Our drastic acts set flame to the fuse
Of revolution's shortened wick

Revolution
Resolution

Appropriate the methods with which they force us to obey
The tools of ruling class in hands of justice shall allay

In constant state of self-defence
We working class have violent pretence

Revolution
Resolution

11. 99 To 1

To be happy, god damn it, kill those who own property
To be happy, god damn it, cut the priests in two
And answer to no one, not even god above
For it real we'd need to kill him too

Too be free, hear this creed
Kill gods and masters
Then free we will be

Rule us and fool us, shoot us and rob us
While we feed them and beg one day to stand at their side
99 to 1, we have strength of numbers
But are blind to the odds, slaves to masters and gods

We are slaves to other men
Slaves to other men
Claim your own godhood
See truth from lie

Kill all gods and be free
Be your own god and embrace responsibility

12. Sweat For Blood

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13. Barbarians At The Gate

Will you run when walls are breached
And far sides of your moats are reached?
Will you then abandon states
When barbarians storm your gates?

While workers seize your property
And make private public
You barricade your towers
And pace your vaults

You inquisitors of thought
Wage oppressive campaigns
Declare us enemies of the state
As barbarians storm your gates

We "benighted" peasants
Still soiled by our day's labour
Roll sleeves and take to streets
In righteous revolt

Catastrophic liberation
Abolition your fate
The hasty death of statism
As barbarians storm your gates

Towers of iron and ivory shall crumble
Masses of bodies bow gates till they topple

Exploited only so far
until suffering marshals
We commoners and slaves
With nothing to lose, only to gain

Streets slick with blood and coin
This fitting end you orchestrated
And still your purse strings
As barbarians storm your gates

14. When We Can't Dream Any Longer

Do you dream, do you dream of a world
Where every flag is unfastened and furled?

We are free when all people are free
Even one in chains kills liberty

If you dream, will you dare
To risk all? This we share
My brother, my sister, my friend

When we can't dream any longer
We die

15. It Is The Secret Curse Of Power That It Corrupts

Power serves itself
Power, and no one else
Desire to command is a bestial urge
So those in power must be purged

Power serves itself
Power, and no one else
Noble intentions that twist perverse
Fatal poison is power's curse

The secret curse

Privilege kills the minds and hearts of all
A handful crowned and the rest made to crawl
Power once delegated will turn on us
Its nature is not to serve but to oppress
Leaders misuse their power is what you think
No, my friend, they simply use is the thing
Power is inherently wrong
It splits the people into weak and strong

Who protects us from ourselves?

Power serves itself
Power and no one else
Power serves itself
Power and no one else

Marching up a cliff
Charmed by a gleaming crown
Joining hands we leap
We all fall down

Dehumanized become the poor
Troughed cattle to be slaughtered
Poisoned by the lure to lord
We eat our sons and daughters

Power blooms its venomed flower
Whose sickly fumes impel
Our rulers to twist democracies
Into hegemonic hells

Ours is the sickness of the deer which is shot
Because it is the activity of the hunters to shoot him

Electing those who we know will turn
Betrayal which we never learn
Knowing they protect their own interests
With bayonets and clenched fists

16. I Am Spartacus

To whom can we turn to show us the way?
Which one among us will stand today?

Whose stirring words will we obey?
Whose sermon will we adopt and pray?

17. Feast Of Industry

Staving off hunger
We sold them our
Dignity, honour
Labour for bread

And so it came to pass
That industry ate us

Poverty exists
As long as
Property remains
Chains on our wrists

And so it came to pass
That industry ate us
And so it came to pass
We slaved until we died

Property is poverty, feast of industry
never-ending land lessee, feast of industry

Work is proscribed as a privilege
They make us compete for our labour
That we feel lucky punching their clock
To sweat beside our hungry neighbour

If ever hungry and out of favour
Unemployed and unfed
If they deny these basic things
Then take your share of bread

Take it







LIBERTEER LYRICS